Can’t Win Me Back

"Lyse, you're finally awake!" Jameson held Alyssa's soft hands tightly as he caressed and kissed them longingly.

He had been so anxious that he was on the brink of tears.

"You've been sleeping for 24 hours.

You really scared me to death.

I was afraid that you were unwell! "T got a doctor to come over while you were asleep and got you injected with glucose.

You can't keep going on without food.

No matter how much you hate me, you shouldn't torture yourself.

Is it even worth it this way?" As a doctor, Alyssa knew she couldn't hold up much longer.

This bastard, Jameson, was right.

Even if she wanted to kill him, she needed to gather enough strength to do so.

"I'm craving meat," Alyssa uttered without looking at him.

After five days, Jameson finally invoked a normal response from her.

The quiver in his eyes reflected the joy within him.

"Sure...

the kitchen staff prepare something

It'll be ready soon.

Lyse!" Less than an hour later, the kitchen staff prepared an entire spread of delectable

a wheelchair, two female helpers pushed her into the bathroom and attended

groomed her,

color returned to her face

were still sunken, and she

was deep

his arms around her waist

arms, a look of hatred flashed across

limbs were devoid of any strength

her carefully to

her on his lap and continued to

care that his straightened suit was all

your mobility is

tenderly and affectionately, Jameson cut the steak into small pieces

Jameson's patience was reserved for Alyssa

lowered her moistened

piece, she finished the entire

in her eyes had faded, replaced by an

Jameson whispered, his fingers grazing her cheek, his eyes

so that you'll look good in your wedding dress when

shuddered when she thought about that drug that could wipe

dared to be overly resistant against Jameson's